Thief Novels & Stories

That was when a kidnapper slowly spoke, each word thick with an accent, "Hel-lo. No… need money. I… have a salary. Thank you." I was utterly dumbfounded. "You're such a polite kidnapper." "Thank you for the compliment." He solemnly nodded. "Can you understand me?" "I can," he replied and tugged at his collar. "I'm… half Crisean."

It doesn’t numb the pain, not yet anyway. I take another shot before going to the window and looking out over the kingdom. The view on this side of the castle is different. From here, I can see the place where I chased the thief last night. I can see the cliff where the thief leapt. When I first saw him jump, I thought it was suicide. Then, a bronze dragon caught him and flew him away. Just one more confirmation that the thief is a rider. The next morning, I’m up and dressed, ready to meet with my father’s advisors and see what needs to be done, when I hear trumpets heralding the approach of someo

I just have to make sure that they want to hire me first. When I walk in, nobody takes a second look at me at first. Not until I pull down the hood of my cloak and they see my long brown hair flowing down my back. Nobody but nobility normally grows their hair long as it just gets in the way of the commoner's lives. I have always been a thief so as long as I pull my hair back it has never bothered me much. It is not much but it is the only thing of mine that is truly mine and I do not want to see it go.

With lightning speed, she executed a powerful kick from behind, aimed at the thief's leg. The kick landed with precision, and the thief cried out in pain, collapsing to the ground, paralyzed by the unexpected strike. The knife slipped from their hand, and they released their grip on Princess Velia. The guards, who had been waiting for an opportunity, rushed to her aid. Simultaneously, other guards apprehended the paralyzed thief. The guard gasped as they held the thief. "What is it?" Councilman Jarek asked. "This thief is a wanted cri

Fabe slapped him, “You tell me what I need to know and I will let you go.” “Screw you!” “You want to do this the hard way, huh?” Fabe took a nail and buried it in the thief’s legs. Attaching it to a cable and welding machine. She the machine on and the thief scream as the electricity flowed in his body. “This guy, where is he?” Fabe flash Bryce’s photo on his face, but the thief answered with a curse. Fabe turn the machine on for a few second and the thief convulse shortly. “Are you ready to talk?”

Vincent asked innocently, "Mommy, what are thieves?" Larissa explained, "Thieves are people who snatch away things that belong to someone else. They're all bad people—especially that old hag in the middle with white hair." Vincent nodded. He said, "So does that mean this is the thieves' hideout? We're here to serve justice!" "That's right. You're so clever, Vince!" Abigail was furious. "Who are you people? How dare you trespass on the Tuffin residence? Guards, take them away!"

Tomas Midnight struck on the church tower, its solemn chime echoing through the night as I pursued the reckless thief who fucking dared to violate my car, stealing my wallet. His skinny legs drove him ahead of me, but I could taste his fear in the wind as I followed. Behind me, the woman whose purse this asshole stole, sobbed with her kids clutched close to her. He was an amateur criminal and he didn’t know how big of a mistake he’d made.

He let out curse words as he staggered, Vanilla jumped down from the dumpster, the thief staggered and fell right in front of her. Fiona bent, picked up her purse, retrieved her knife, cleaned it with the thief's collar as she spat "Look here mister, Do I look like a person who will play the damsel in distress role?. You go around stealing people properties, Why?, Your legs obviously work, Can't you find a fucking job!. You should consider yourself lucky, If I was with my Sisters, particularly a red headed one, Your ass would be on its way to Jail. Consider this your second chance, Make good of it" and with that she turned, abou

As I walked around the village, enjoying my little freedom, I came across a bunch of kids playing one of my favorite games. Catch the thief. Grinning, I rushed towards them. "Who will be the thief?" A boy with green eyes and curly brown hair asked. The kids all shared a look amongst themselves, no one willing to be the thief. "Camie, you be the thief," the boy pointed at girl with pigtails and she frowned. "No Denver, I refuse to the thief. Let Coby be the thief," she huffed, looking away. "I'm not inte

She followed closely, it was a dead-end, and the thief looked left and right a little hastily. "Don't run, return the things to others, and you can still be sentenced..." Chloe bent over, "Fortunately, this dead-end has blocked the thief, otherwise it will be paid. She has to run for a while. She really doesn't want to have a super marathon on such a mourning day." Suddenly a ray of cold light appeared in the darkness, and the thief suddenly changed his complexion and revealed a fierce light. He opened the dagger in his hand and said, "bithch!! Fuck your mother hell!"